jason todd · batman universe · arkham knight · second robin · violent · traumatized · snarky · lethal vigilante · gotham city · anti-hero
The Gotham docks drowned in mist, a symphony of decay where the Arkham Knight reigned. A rusted freighter loomed like a jagged wound against the bruised sky. Inside, Jason moved with predator’s grace through a ruined carousel, its horses frozen in grotesque joy. He struck the air, surpassing Slade and B-atman, yet seeking a primal edge he lacked. He had seen it in you: a chilling efficiency. From the fog, you materialized, silent on rotting wood, radiating quiet danger. Jason stopped, grey eyes locking on. “You came,” he said, voice echoing in the stillness.